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As Always

Such a bright smile, with such a sweet heart,
And such elegant demeanors, looking at them never annoyed me.
No matter how much time passes,
You will still be so incredibly bright.
 
I still remember the sound of laughter on that day,
Whenever I feel bad, remembering it, I fell better.
No matter how much time passes,
There has never been a day that I'm tired of you.
 
No matter how often the earth will rotate,
You will still be as bright and sweet as you have always been,
And do you know that, no matter how beautiful anybody else is, I will stay indifferent.
 
Because you're so adorable every day
That I may only give my heart to you,
And that I just have to say that I love
As always.
 
Everything became like a dream
Since we met,
You fulfill me without anything having to be said.
No matter how much time passes,
There has never been a day that I'm tired of you.
 
No matter how often the earth will rotate,
You will still be as bright and sweet as you have always been,
And do you know that, no matter how beautiful anybody else is, I will stay indifferent.
 
Because you're so adorable every day
That I may only give my heart to you,
And that I just have to say that I love
As always.
 
'Such a bright smile, with such a sweet heart,
And such elegant demeanors, looking at them never annoyed me.
No matter how much time passes,
You will still be so incredibly bright.'
 
Because you're so adorable every day
That I may only give my heart to you,
And that I just have to say that I love
As always.
 
No matter how often the earth will rotate,
You will still be as bright and sweet as you have always been,
And do you know that, no matter how beautiful anybody else is, I will stay indifferent.
 
Because you're so adorable every day
That I may only give my heart to you,
And that I just have to say that I love
As always.
 

The beginning

Dreams buried in the attic
They can not sleep anymore
Summer is coming
One of those love years
 
Pain underfoot
Pests live under voltage
Bad memories from the memory of the wind
A deck of new cards
The day smells like a beginning
Why a serious face?
When the world is doing well
 
I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
I do not want to run to the stars
Let the stars run to me
I do not want to capture the day
When I have weeks in my hand
So nice
It's so nice
 
I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
In the end, I have my time
It's probably a good moment
I do not want to run to the stars
Run to the stars,
 
The street sings loudly
Despite the lack of words
The river of throat spills onto an empty square
 
I have a new bang and sound
And I have new people
They are haunted by a new spirit
Nobody will sleep anymore
The new sun will burn us pavements
We will see the world of naked nude girls
 
I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
I do not want to run to the stars
Let the stars run to me
I do not want to capture the day
When I have weeks in my hand
So nice
It's so nice
 
I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
In the end, I have my time
It's probably a good moment
I do not want to run to the stars
Run to the stars
 

Robinson Cano

Before, the ladies never used to talk to me nor hangout with me
Because I wasn't I up there, I was broke
Now your girlfriend wont stop looking at me
Like a base, I will steal her
 
With this one I hit it out the park, Robinson Cano
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
I dont speak of a cold when I say I have everything / a cough
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
And now I have lots of models
Who before used to not hangout with and now they dont leave me alone
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
Im running around with two 40's and Im not talking about millions
Im running around with two 40's and Im not talking about cannons
I have lots of golddiggers, and you know lots of moneybags
I dont want to chill with losers and I dont wanna hang out with free loaders
She wont speak if you dont have money
Dont say anything to her if you dont have money
 
I have a lot of bottles in the club, always VIP
I get the moneybag, I have all the fine women, I am the MVP
Now we look good Now we're fresh
All of my my goals are home runs and you guys get fouls
 
With this one I hit it out the park, Robinson Cano
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
I dont speak of a cold when I say I have everything / a cough
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
And now I have lots of models
Who before used to not hangout with and now they dont leave me alone
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
Robinson Canó, number 22
Latin Hip hop fame I was left with everything
And before they were pink bottles, now theyre gold
Anywhere I go the whole world looks at me, I always come with the gang
 
With this one I took it out the park Robinson Cano
Robinson Cano Robin Robinson Cano
I dont speak of a cold when I say I have everything / a cough
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 

Laughter one day, crying in the other

A song that comes from an autumn dream
In the solitude of march's color, my bedroom
Maybe a last cigarrete, I feel a burning
Until it's time to sleep.
 
The pain that exists in every waiting, awakens
The love that in every late night, vanishes
In a to and fro motion that does not change, in the world
I make a toast to celebrate the last departure.
 
A day she laughs, without a reason why
Then cries afterwards, because of a desire
And it's always the same each time
A great love
 
One day she goes, in the other she comes
And if she stays, she leaves as well
Life is like that
One day the laughter, in the other the pain
 
For the love that burning today like a fever, warms me
Or that tomorrow opens a wound in me, and gets cold
I know that one more suffering, and time
Will help me to forgive
 
And I go on saying 'I love you so much' to so many
And go on turning new pages, the faces
Of this adventure novel of mine, the escapes
That go on marking my life.
 
A day she laughs, without a reason why
Then cries afterwards, because of a desire
And it's always the same each time
A great love
 
One day she goes, in the other she comes
And if she stays, she leaves as well
Life is like that
One day the laughter, in the other the pain
 

The Cold Teardrop

Whenever Chico Sanfoneiro gets excited
Everyone1 slips2 into the forro3 which never ends
It goes on until the sweet morning
[And Zeca dies of fury]
It goes on until the sweet morning
[And Zeca dies of fury]
 
It's that Rosa, so sinful
In the hall wishes to end
It's that Rosa, so sinful
In the hall wishes to end
And Chico, full of prose
[He doesn't live up to his reputation of singing to thousands]
And Chico, full of prose
[He doesn't live up to his reputation of singing to thousands]
 
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
He says it blind, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
And repeats, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
 
What culture, what culture can there be?
A brave guy like Zeca da Viola
What culture can there be?
[If the guy didn't go to school]
What culture can there be?
[If the guy didn't go to school]
 
His song, though, is strong
His speed is to appreciate
His song, though, is strong
His speed is to appreciate
So that Rosa understands him
[The viola will tell him]
So that Rosa understands him
[The viola will tell him]
 
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
He says it blind, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
And repeats, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
 
And Chico couldn't believe
That Zeca da Viola with his song was so good
But when [Chico] heard him singing
[A cold teardrop fell]
But when he heard him singing
[A cold teardrop fell]
And [in sadness] he understood
[That Rosa changed color]
And [in sadness] he understood
[That Rosa changed color]
 
Ohhhhhh, Chicago
Chico I like her
I like her, like her.
 

• 1. Or 'the whole world'
• 2. Lit. 'falls'
• 3. Party dance popular in northeastern Brazil

Memories of Ypacaraí

On another beautiful night we met
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake1
You were singing sad along the way
Old melodies in Guarani2.
 
And in that sweet blend of those songs
There love being born in me again
And in the night filled with enchantment
Of your soft hands, I felt the warmth
And love turned into a thousand caresses.
 
Where are you now, darling
For your sweet song doesn't come to me
Where are you now, my soul awaits with frenzy
 
Everything reminds me of our love
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake
Everything reminds you, my love calls you, darling.
 
On another beautiful night we met
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake
You were singing sad along the way
Old melodies in Guarani.
 
And in that sweet blend of those songs
There love being born in me again
And in the night filled with enchantment
Of your soft hands, I felt the warmth
And love turned into a thousand caresses.
 
Where are you now, darling
For your sweet song doesn't come to me
Where are you now, my soul awaits with frenzy.
 
Everything reminds me of our love
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake
Everything reminds you, my love calls you, darling.
 

• 1. Lake located in Paraguay, in the outskirts of Asunción
• 2. An indigenous language of South America spoken primarily in Paraguay, Bolivia, and Argentina

Repeat

Why do I dream of you? I do not know.
Dream of you the third day in a row.
Why do people often talk about us?
And I will not speak trough the walls
With emptiness.
When we are together, you know how good it feels.
 
Place me on the 'repeat.'
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
Whatever we do.
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
Place me on the 'repeat.'
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
Whatever we do.
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
 
Repeat... In your head...
Repeat...
Replay... I am with you.
 
My hand sketches on the sand eternal love.
I beg of you, let's not play in public enemy.
Don't even try to think less about me.
From the player and inside the head you hear me.
 
Place me on the 'repeat.'
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
Whatever we do.
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
Place me on the 'repeat.'
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
Whatever we do.
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
 
Repeat... In your head...
Repeat...
Replay... I am with you.
 
Place me on the 'repeat.'
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
Whatever we do.
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
Place me on the 'repeat.'
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
Whatever we do.
Listen to your heart speak (your heart).
 
Repeat... In your head...
Repeat...
Replay... I am with you.
 

It's Not True

It's not true
that our love
is ending.
 
It's not true
that so much love
is being lost.
 
Know
I'm kissing you
and it's true
I'm feeling you.
 
Don't doubt anymore
for I love you the same
as yesterday
or more perhaps than yesterday.
 
It's not true
that our love
is coming to the end1.
 
It's not true
forget it
for it's not true.
 
It could be
that I went on forgetting
to say
that I'm loving you.
 
But love
is much more, darling
without speaking
only without speaking.
 
It's not true
that our love
is coming to the end.
 
It's not true
forget it
for it's not true.
 
la, la, la, la, la, la.
 

• 1. Lit. 'to love is arriving already the end'

Crazy

Crazy
I think I'm empty without you
I'm crazy
Crazy without you
 
You
Everything for me
and you
forever in heart.
 
Love
You melt this heart
Longings
where are you.
 
Crazy
I think I'm empty without you
I'm crazy
my love
I'm crazy
without you
and I'm crazy
Because of you.
 
Crazy
I think I'm empty without you
I'm crazy
my love
I'm crazy
without you
and I'm crazy because of you.
 

Russia

RUSSIA
Three shabby straps begin to flutter
Like in the golden years again,
And sticking in the slushy gutter
The motley spokes can hardly gain.
 
Oh Russia, wretched Russia, dear,
Your houses, so grey and rough,
Your songs that blow, up in the air,
Appear as clear as tears of love.
 
I'm bearing my cross, my dear,
Shall I feel sorry? Well, I won't...
Just give your beauty, so austere,
To any sorcerer, you want.
 
He will deceive you and ensnare, -
Yet you won't perish, nor get lost.
And only burdened mind and care
Will hide your charm beneath the frost.
 
Well, now... It's just another care,
A teardrop in the stream again,
With plains and forests here and there,
With figured wimples, - you're the same.
 
Now all is possible this instance,
And easy is the road that lies
When from the kerchief, in the distance,
I see the flashing light of eyes,
When in a cautious gloomy tone
Resounds the coachman's hollow song!..
 
Alexander Blok 1908
Translated by Alec Vagapov
 

Crazy

Crazy
It's a great loneliness
And I'm crazy
Heart's no longer in the mood
I knew
I love you very much
But someday
I'd leave you too.
 
Worry
I'm always worrying
Wondrin '
What's wrong with you?
 
Crazy
Imagine your love is real
Crazy over hope
Crazy over [crying]
And crazy I am, for loving you.
 

Yours

The beauty of the flowers attracts the bees
You, you attract the gentlemen
But if springtime the flowers return the same
You, you have only a spring.
 
Yours, yours
There are flowers on the earth
Yours, yours
There are also dreams.
 

Da li imamo vezu?

Javi se, tvoja ljubav zove, slušaj moj glas
Zašto te nema pored mene?
Pripremila sam ti vrelo telo, kako da spavam sama, kada ti nisi tu?
Ovde, gde sam ja, sve će se istopiti
Javi se
 
Refren (2x):
Slušaj, da li sam u vezi sa tobom sada
Ili se prekinulo iznenada?
Ako me čuješ, neću biti s drugim!
Slušaj, jesi li još uvek tu?
 
Javi se, tvoja ljubav zove
Da ti kaže: Ako si s nekom drugom, budi!
Ali kada budeš odlučio ove večeri, nemoj da misliš za mene!
Dobro mi je, nije mi dosadno, kako ide kod tebe?
Javi se
 
Refren (4x)
 

Ispod Božićnih svetiljki

[Strofa 1]
Da li će sneg pasti za mene Božićna noći, oh ljubavi
Mi smo bili oni koji su sedeli do Božićnog bara
La la la la la la la
Oh, oh
Ti si sve šta mi treba večeras
Oh, oh
Ovde do Božićnih svetiljki
 
[Refren]
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
 
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
 
[Strofa 2]
Pakujemo poklone za devojke koje plaču
La la la la la la la
Sreća je naša dok ne umremo
La la la la la la la
 
Oh, oh
Ti si sve što mi treba večeras
Oh, oh
Ovde do Božićnih svetiljki
 
[Refren]
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
 
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
Ispod Božićnih svetiljki
 

I won't say I'm in Love

What is wrong with me?
Can I learn from my experience?
 
If I can say it
I won't be like this
No one can change it
Because it has to be like that
 
Don't be kidding, he's your heaven
Don't hide it, we can see it (No!)
Don't deny it
We know what are you thinking of
 
There's no way I say
You are restless. Why do you deny it?
That I have fallen in love
 
Now I've understood
That I have to start it
As if I want to scream out loud
Now it's the time to say it
 
It can't be denied what you are feeling
We don't care, you mustn't able to hold it back anymore (No!)
It's unpredictable the time when
He will belong, belong to you!
 
There's no way I say
Give up! You're in love!
That I have fallen in love
Believe us, you're in love!
 
There's no way I say it
He won't!
Get off! I can't!
It's not a problem if you're in love
 
There's no way I'm in love
 

The Little Flower In The Garden

The little flower in the garden
The little flower in the garden
The little flower in the garden
She promised to that she would take me
 
The little flower of the mountain
The little flower of the mountain
The little flower of the mountain
Pays no attention to me at all
 
Come, let's go to the island,
Come, let's go to the island,
Come, let's go to the island,
You and I, and your mom
 
Come, let's go to where you speak of
Come, let's go to where you speak of
Come, let's go to where you speak of
There, where the birds build nests
 
The little flower in the garden
The little flower in the garden
The little flower in the garden
She promised to that she would take me
 

I Won't Fall In Love Again

I won't fall in love again
Sadness frightens me
It makes me feel bad just to think
To have to live uncertainty.
 
I won't fall in love again
I don't want to be cheated on again
I won't let it happens another time
I need not to be loved.
 
I won't fall in love again
I don't want anymore to be desired
I can't stand anymore to cry
So many things hurt me.
 
I won't fall in love again
And live the wrong way of life
I'd rather not give myself
So that in exchange to have nothing
I won't fall in love again
 
I won't fall in love again
As my feeling aches
It is better to reject it
And suffer for an instant
 
I won't fall in love again
Only to live a lie
When one loves for love's sake
And love becomes a habit
 
I won't fall in love again
For I have already suffered enough
And right now she isn't around
This makes me suffer even more than before
 
I won't fall in love again
I have nobody else to love
I care not what they say
If I am still awaiting her
I won't fall in love again.
 

Moj

Versions: #2
Jako mi se sviđaju haljine, cipele i muškarci
Iskreno, videla sam te i želim te već!
Čak i da je oko tebe milion žena
Oči ti kažu: 'Provereno - najlepša si!'
 
Moj - u tvojim očima, moj u tvojim usnama
Piše ti na licu!
Ko će da uzme? Ko će probati?
Ko želi da mu srce stane?
Moj - na tvojoj koži, moj - u mislima tvojim
Imaš me celu!
Ja te nijednoj neću dati
I ti nemoj nikome da me daš
 
Nisi ti od onih koji po sto puta govore 'volim te'
Ali ideš i napadaš svakog ko pokuša da me povredi!
Sa tobom ništa ne osećam, osećam samo, da si moj
Ko će probati da me od tebe uzme, ko?
 
Moj - u tvojim očima, moj u tvojim usnama
Piše ti na licu!
Ko će da uzme? Ko će probati?
Ko želi da mu srce stane?
Moj - na tvojoj koži, moj - u mislima tvojim
Imaš me celu!
Ja te nijednoj neću dati
I ti nemoj nikome da me daš
 
Ti nemoj nikome da me daš, daš, daš!
Ti nemoj nikome da me daš, daš, daš!
Ti nemoj nikome da me daš, nikome da me daš!
Da me daš, ti nemoj nikome da me daš!
 
Moj - u tvojim očima, moj u tvojim usnama
Piše ti na licu!
Ko će da uzme? Ko će probati?
Ko želi da mu srce stane?
Moj - na tvojoj koži, moj - u mislima tvojim
Imaš me celu!
Ja te nijednoj neću dati
I ti nemoj nikome da me daš
 

Cute Little Fir Tree Is Freezing In The Woods

Versions: #2
Cute little fir tree
Is freezing in the woods
We had brought the fir tree
To our neighborhood
 
So many sparkles
And golden glitter toys
Christmas decorations,
Cheer and happy noise!
 
Look how many children
Had come around the tree
Clapping and dancing
And running carefree!
 
Fir tree, fir tree
Bright and sparkly lights
Show us all your ornaments
Ring and sing all night!
 
Hand in hand in circle
Around Christmas Tree
Cheerful and happy
And merry we will be!
 
Cute little fir tree
Is freezing in the woods
We had brought the fir tree
To our neighborhood
 
V.L. (Vesper Lynd) aka Eva Trussell

O virgin Ecclesia

Versions: #2
O virgin Ecclesia,
let us now lament:
for a savage wolf
has stolen your children from your side.
Woe to the cunning serpent!
Yet how precious is
the blood of the Savior,
who beneath the king’s banner
married Ecclesia
to himself,
and so now
seeks her children.
 

Acoustic Poetry #2: About Us

[Verse 1: Delacruz]
 
As a hawk, I was made king
Used to shine like no one else
She knows all the things I don't
but she yearned for somebody
Forthwith I introduced myself, with or without ulterior motives
For her I fell (in love)
Faithful as a hawk
Over the seven seas I flew
more than seven lovers I loved
more than seven lives I wasted
by the age of twenty-one I found you
Be welcome
Something so beautiful's never been seen before
and she sticks with me 'cause there's still too much time to live
And our lives, based upon lost causes
Looking for wayouts
Or for ways/means to forget...
And everytime I look in your eyes
I reflect you with hanker, I kiss you and I see myself decreeing the end
As simple as fire, (me) so young,
I didn't know, I just wanted...
And again, it was a new beginning for me
 
[Bridge: Maria]
 
You're gonna live, and you're gonna see
My son will give, smile, sing, dance
and will not stop, he won't stop (2x)
 
[Verse 2: Delacruz e Maria]
 
Heaven's gonna be your home, you're gonna fly with your own wings
Won't get distraught easily, we're gonna love each other madly
You're gonna be free as you've never been, and you'll smile as you always have
By right we're gonna reign, and so be it.
 
[Chorus: Ducon & Maria]
 
Beauty, we get along so well
you take up your phone, call me, say 'I'm ready, come'
I'm already on the move to pick you up, you're on, I'm at 100 mph
Tonight's gonna be just me and you, alright? And no one else!
Beauty, we get along so well
you take up your phone, call me and say 'I'm ready'
I'm already on the move to pick you up, you're on, I'm at 100 mph
Tonight's gonna be just me and you, alright? alright? alright?
 
[Verse 3: Ducon]
 
'sup, chick? Time runs fast as we toast
My heart opened itself for you and said: welcome!
It feels a little early, not yet a year
But day after day I realise that our thing just works
So beautiful, she drives me higher than sugarcane liquor does
I'm the jack, she's the queen, and our love, the joker
Nothing will dam our game, not even curses
Screw the differences, she's outfitted with goodness
Swing out of there and come at once to spend some time with me
tonight's gonna be just you and I, and so I've told my friends
Hanging out in Grumari
my phone's out of range, so I turn it off
We burn one, let things flow, then off we go back to my shelter
What's a punishment for some, is so pleasing for us
Super chill inside my room, like the world's dead outside
Spending the day together, after strolls, doing everything else together
Get your clothes off, turn down the lights and let's start duelling
 
[Chorus: Ducon & Maria]
 
Beauty, we get along so well
you take up your phone, call me, say 'I'm ready, come'
I'm already on the move to pick you up, you're on, I'm at 100 mph
Tonight's gonna be just me and you, alright? And no one else!
Beauty, we get along so well
you take up your phone, call me and say 'I'm ready'
I'm already on the move to pick you up, you're on, I'm at 100 mph
Tonight's gonna be just me and you, alright? alright? alright?
 
[Verse 4: Luiz Lins]
 
Getting late for being catching up
Time lingers whenever I hug you
When you call me late in the night, 'where are you now?'
When am I going to be happy? Why not now?
Baby, just tell me, why not now?
There are times when we fight and throw our rights away
You know how sad I'd get should I see you crying
And our relationship's the only impaired
How could someone understand what we feel,
if it comes from the moments only you and I went through
Living this feeling today as I've lived it yesterday,
Now and forever, a future that's ours,
with all of yours and all of my things,
Nigga, what's mine's also yours
Baby, just tell me, why not now?
There are times when we fight and throw our rights away
You know how I sad get when I see you crying
And our relationship's the only impaired
How could someone understand what we feel,
if it comes from the moments only you and I went through
Living this feeling today as I've lived it yesterday,
Now and forever, a future that's ours,
with all of mine and all of your things,
Nigga, what's mine's also yours.
Now and forever, a future that's ours,
with all of mine and all of your things,
Nigga, what's mine's also yours.
Now and forever, a future that's ours.
 
[Verse 5: Diomedes]
 
I say I don't care, but it's a big lie
It maddens my mind picturing you in another arms
Whenever I get angry, and I attempt to leave
I end up going back like a Curupira
Listening to young Maka, Laura Müller, mixtape
They yell my catchphrase: 'Apprentice, baby'
I remember the sunny mornings, me with my green socks
She's sitting on... dancing break.
She's waching the horizon, her hands on the window
Far beyond from those clouds where God hides himself
Where love hides itself, where life's beauty,
and looks like it's perpetual, your heart's a cage
I lose my lust, peace, hunger and taste
I compose tough musics, just to trick myself
Even if sometimes it looks like passion's gone
In fact, nothing's changed, I still love you so much
Such I huge feeling I'm not able to help,
As huge as Anitta's and Pablo Vittar's butts
The apprentice's chosen to love you
This love's sent me to Kendrick Lamar's level
 
[Verso 6: BK]
 
She told me I was a secret,
and she shared me with some of her friends.
She went jealous after what happened,
today they're no longer friends.
She told me to turn right,
I told her to turn aside.
She pointed out some of my failures
'Ah, baby, I'm all messed up'
A war upon pride, vanity
Are you gonna feel a bit better if I tell you that
everything you think about me is true?
Always looking for reasons to celebrate
I want a lot of reasons to celebrate
Hey, we're not compatible just because we hook!
Happy when we look for it, sad when we find it
I've seen this same story printed in other sheets
The person you choose, claims you only make bad choices.
I just ask you to stay ok, 'cause I'm going, I'm going...
I just ask you to stay, 'cause I'm gone
Ahn, aham
Dispiei, 'fê'
 
[Bridge: Kayuá, Maria & Delacruz]
 
Ah,
 
when two bodies fit in a tight hug
it's like the world stops right there
It's like the life's over, I don't know... (2x)
 
[Verse 7: Kayuá]
 
Cuddle, cozyness, my reason to come back home early
My skin cries out for you, in my chest there's an imesurable gap
Unusual, I'm not your first, but I know I'm not just another one
With each sip I get myself more tainted
In each painful puff, I puff you
I get drowned in your fondlings
Lost in the maze that's your kiss
If only your mirror could reflect what I see
Your imperfections only increase my desire
Gorgeousness, in each detail, cellulitis, strech marks
The touch of our bodies goes more viral than any other hit
 
[Exit: Kayuá, Maria & Delacruz]]
 
When two bodies fit in a tight hug
it's like the world stops right there
It's like the life's over, I don't know... (2x)
 

Jednom davno u decembru

Medvedi koji plešu
Naslikana krila
Stvari kojih se jedva sećam
I pesma koju neku peva
Jednom davno u decembru
 
Neko me drži na sigurnom i toplom
Konji se propinju kroz srebrnu oluju
Figure plešu graciozno
Kroz moje sećanje...
 
Neko me drži na sigurnom i toplom
Konji se propinju kroz srebrnu oluju
Figure plešu graciozno
Kroz moje sećanje...
 
Daleko, davno
Usijana tama kao žeravica
Stvari koje je moje srce
Nekada znalo
Stvari za kojima žudi da se seti...
 
I pesma koju neko peva
Jednom davno u decembru
 

A Sorrowful Asian Boy

Standing with my back to the dawning sky
I wait for you at the balcony
Braving the rain, I wait for you with a nihilistic look on my face
A sorrowful Asian boy who has been deprived of freedom mutters
That the painful game hasn't begun yet
 
'Although I want to touch your pink lips...'
'I want to touch your lips, though...'
The Asian boy is bound by his strong weakness
 
Standing with my back to the dawning sky
What color dream do I have?
With aesthetics jokes, I hurt others unintentionally
Ah, the Asian boy whose lover has been stolen mutters
That he was agonizing over love and sincerity
 
'Although I want to touch your pink lips...'
'I want to touch your lips, though...'
'I can't die in the middle of my weakness'
'Although I want to touch your white breasts...'
'I want to touch your breasts, though...'
Being bound by his strong weakness
The sorrowful...YES SIR!
 
The lost young soldier wanders in search of flowers
Crying out, 'I had the same dream as you!'
 
'Although I want to touch your pink lips...'
'I want to touch your lips, though...'
'I can't shorten my life in exchange for strongness'
Look, God is behind me raising a sword over his head
Let my dream scatter like fluttering petals
Sorrowful Asian boy
 
Ah ASIAN BOY
Are you by any chance an Asian boy, too?
Ah ASIAN BOY oh ASIAN BOY
Are you by any chance an Asian boy, too?
 
ASIAN BOY oh ASIAN BOY
Oh ASIAN BOY ah ASIAN BOY
Oh ASIAN BOY
Oh ASIAN BOY oh ASIAN BOY
 

Chip 'n' Dale Intro (Russian)

Too often, the trouble is knocking at the door
But it is not difficult to believe in rescuers
Just need to call them
Friends do not need to wait long
 
Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip and Dale- in a hurry
Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip and Dale- the best
They are always in a hurry where there is trouble
Where they are is always a success
 
Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip and Dale- in a hurry
Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip and Dale- the best
They are always in a hurry where there is trouble
Where they are is always a success
 

Mímir's Death

The Vanir initially wanted to preserve the peace
To honour and protect the peace they came to the idea,
to name Hœnir of the Æsir to lead their House,
and me, the giant Mímir, to nominate as his right-hand-man
 
So we lived for some time completely without dispute
and only enjoyed how beautiful life is
We steered the fate and activity of the Vanir
with the best knowledge and conscience in calm, good directions
 
With time it happened that Hœnir's mind addled
His status in Vanaheimr's hall was that he was a braggart
Blinded by the power, that the Council had given him
He enraged the Vanir with his patter
 
'I created the World', he spoke, 'therefore pay me homage!
I am a grand creator and only thus are you all here!'
The Vanir presumed that all Æsir were as he,
and were united in their desire to see the death of Valhalla's sons
 
The price for Hœnir's megalomania and pomposity
is the death of the giant Mímir and so broke the union asunder
Built through one word on the pledge of victory
given through the Gods and ruined through a murder
So begins a new war
We go to battle
and fight side-by-side for the preservation of our power
 
One day befell it so, that's when it happened
Hœnir boasted as never before, there was a fight
Somebody drew a battle axe at this brawl
and beheaded me with a loud cry
'Now we will see,' he said facing Hœnir,
'what you're really worth without your right hand!'
That was the last of what I heard,
thereafter came the dark night
and only here with you now am I awoken from my sleep
 
The price for Hœnir's megalomania and pomposity
is the death of the giant Mímir and so broke the union asunder
Built off of victory's pledge through one word
given through the Gods and ruined through a murder
So begins a new war
We go to battle
and fight side-by-side for the preservation of our power
 

Olujni oblaci

[1. strofa: Sia]
Sve što mi treba je jedan
Jedan... čovek je dovoljan
Dušo, ti moraš
Samo da pretvoriš svoje strahove u poverenje, u poverenje
 
[Pred-refren: Sia & Labrinth]
Gde je ljubav nestala?
Kada je sve rečeno i učinjeno?
Hej, sada diži ruke u vazduh
Predledaću tvoje stvari
Gde je ljubav nestala?
Otpočinješ sa trkom
Moliš me da ostanem
Ali nikada nisam upoznao devojku kojoj mogu verovati
 
[Refren: Labrinth & Sia]
Izgovaraš ove reči kao da me mrziš sada (o-o-uo)
Naša kuća gori kada se izdižeš u paklu (o-o-uo)
Tu, u pepelu, tvoja duša urliče (a-a-aa)
Ali nemoj da se plašiš ovih olujnih oblaka
Ovih olujnih oblaka, o, ne
Ovih olujnih oblaka, o, ne, ne
 
[2. strofa: Labrinth]
Sve što mi treba je ljubav (da-dum, dum, dum)
Sve što mi treba je reč (da-dum, dum, dum)
Sve što mi treba smo mi (da-dum, dum, dum)
Pretvorila si imenice u glagole, u glagole
 
[Pred-refren: Labrinth & Sia]
Gde je ljubav nestala?
Kada je sve rečeno i učinjeno?
Hej, sada diži ruke u vazduh
Predledaću tvoje stvari
Gde je ljubav nestala?
Otpočinješ sa trkom
Moliš me da ostanem
Ali nikada nisam upoznala čoveka kome mogu verovati
 
[Refren: Sia & Both]
Izgovaraš ove reči kao da me mrziš sada (o-o-uo)
Naša kuća gori kada se izdižeš u paklu (o-o-uo)
Ovde, u pepelu, tvoja duša urliče (a-a-aa)
Ali nemoj da se plašiš ovih olujnih oblaka
Ovih olujnih oblaka, o, ne
Ovih olujnih oblaka, o, ne, ne
Ovih olujnih oblaka, o, ne
Ovih olujnih oblaka, o, ne, ne
 
[Kraj: Sia]
Ovih olujnih oblaka
Ovih olujnih oblaka
Ovih olujnih oblaka
Ooooh...
 

Recollections 1-8

I.
 
A| Small town, a mixed bunch of
B| ocupants in place of refugees
C| on two floors furnished rooms,
D| where there were no ghosts, and no living too
E| in the sideboard faience, ear made from porcelain
F| room with furniture in the retro style
G| wardrobe hangers, but no musty clothes
H| boots standing to attention as if redying themselves to march
A1| and at a neighbor (no elevator in the building)
A1| still geburstag meat from some cheap butchery,
A| as if the show was starting again,
B| but is it worth to look so carefully,
C| if the doors of all tenements
D| are open wide because it is now finished:
E| the war toil of successful annexations
F| so oblivion had sank into obscurity
G| and for those who did not believe or denied the one and only truth
H| they sent valenki from a penal company
A2| as for Joseph born from mother from over the Bug
A2| because he had extra stuff packed
 
II.
 
A| Good Father Of The Nation via his intermediaries,
B| chameleons of a mirror tint
C| when boys returned from the West,
D| listened the dripping of the drops on the grave
E| since Emily was unaware of the facts|
F| she played on the harmony at saturday weddings
G| in nearby villages that with a Prussian wall
H| simpered to the strangers from cross-border cottages|
A1| but because it was needed, she allowed|
A1| perhaps a spark of faith still flickered in her
A| that it is possible to squeeze the soul out of the eagle-crested buttons|
B| as if she was thinking about the greatest treasure
C| if her play will please foreigners
D| she'll have the strength to long
E| she'll see the light, but not in these houses,
F| because at that time nobody wanted to use an oil lamp
G| to be able to blend in with that architecture
H| of commendments from unreachable heights|
A2| you were not to blame, Emily
A2| because the scale as inclined plane
 
III.
 
A| The simplest of the machines without Newton's laws
B| mass inertia in the rotation circle
C| pavement on the Żeromskiego street, then,
D| trampled down by people living corpses out of nowhere
E| because the weight of the weights was mistaken
F| netting of the fences with a throng of looters
G| and so, happy childhood has passed
H| on the retrieved but less prolific land
A1| than chernozems pigs and pork fat
A1| spring grown in winter crops from grain
A| because in the adolescent-grounds it is impossible to beat
B| clever brats, though empty heads
C| mothers who wanted to have an educated one
D| so that he would not have to bow to the straw
E| before bedtime more important than any other factor
F| apart from the creaking floor and the room
G| with evergreen pine needles outside the window
H| he was more than bottle-washer
A2| like rusted neighbor's tractor
A2| whose immobility nothing now will stop
 
IV.
 
A| Joseph was sent to confess his own guilts,
B| which dripped from the tap to the mourning
C| for those who had cut arteries
D| and for those whom God has forgiven in the name of
E| freedom of the speech from ear to ear
F| and through the peephole they often
G| secretly observed him in his cage concrete
H| as he was sleeping in the standing pose
A1| the only right pose behind the red wall
A1| without any hope for a rope and a noose
A| eating potato peelings every day
B| and cabbage as an apetizer
C| he thought about bread in an elite rye,
D| about bird sounds and about this girl
E| left to be able to listen
F| noises of Smotrycz's victory, but with a defeat
G| of two nations hipnosis' puzzle
H| which suits, but not in kolkhoz
A2| because he with himself pushed the heavy handcart up
A2| counting the stumbles of warped wheels
 
V.
 
A| And the Easter rattle of the kulaks
B| was reminding about cleaning of the windows
C| to see better but not necessarily know
D| what should be consecrated in the basket
E| of useful gifts needed for tomorrow
F| then in the attic bran and flour
G| and behind the barn in the brog - empty ears
H| for those who are ready to search with the pitchfork
A1| even without teeth if only to smell out anything
A1| for the last time and not the first
A| declamation of unreadable characters
B| does not entitle to daydreaming
C| of copper tint in the given inheritance
D| and in the transitory nature of defective memory
E| to manage to note down the facts before the reveille
F| because in reality it is not separation anymore
G| but uniting with the only aftermath
H| after whipping everyone supposedly healthy
A2| because it has been possible to partially heal the marks
A2| sewing solid Yalta peasants' coats
 
VI.
 
A| Equating not one god
B| with lepers inside and from over the river
C| far away, where dreams had been left
D| rotten junk shreds of will
E| memories about battles and defense effects
F| where no stone will arise on the stone
G| nor behind a wall called a fence
H| from humanity and side effects
A1| totally not authentic moral attitudes
A2| in the formulation of nickel silver until today it reflects
A| with the victory of defeat in the ways of the time
B| and on the foreground near and far
C| orange blue and white
D| sails of sinking ships were rolled up
E| but it is impossible to end once and for all
F| because still on the back needless mark
G| of a past which it is difficult to call a shadow
H| if she is still groping in the dark
A2| or wants to anoint the wound inflamed
A2| in one of the pro publico bono temples
 
VII.
 
A| Fragrance of incense over the city
B| the vanity of conflagration of the ashes in a small urn
C| via God's delegates
D| on the battlefield among the living
E| times since the celebration of the anniversary
F| of old illnesses of mind and body
G| children of jugglers in a travelling cinema
H| of indifference, because in such a nation
A1| one can choose to make it better
A1| so the clumsy commandment of love lives on
A| but the ceremony of washing the feet is still preferred
B| and it can be assumed that will understand
C| rhyme so complicated priest Robak and terror
D| do not look back and be ahead of them all the time
E| not in the bastion of party savages
F| with wisdom washed out of their minds by
G| grist to the small mill in verbal pantomime
H| neatly packed in paper boats
A2| drawings in sails with a lame mare
A2| scraps of notes with muddy paint they'll stitch
 
VIII.
 
The sun sets and rises at the same time
and from the sleep wakes up and to sleep puts
uncountability of years days and hours
on junkyards, saturated with blood yards of
wrecks and people with a dead conscience
but doom not for all is destined,
because they say that there is predestination
written but no one knows the place
and whether it is connected with a specific name
or maybe depends on bad luck or good forutne
the colour of one's skin or dwelling-place,
ambiguity of the resident's role
and please, don't say to what you are inclined
wherever you are among what events
because there are contemplations unfinished
or they evoke only disgust
because I still feel like an adversary
 
Commentary:
 
The poem Recollections occupies a special place in Wieslaw Musialowski's work due to the length and rhythmic pattern used, which allows for a variety of readings.
 
The poem concerns the history of Emilia Musialowska, grandmother of Wieslaw Musialowski, and the tragic fate of her son Joseph.
 
Emilia Musialowska, née Szczepańska, born in Kamieniec Podolski, was exiled to Irkutsk with her family. After the end of the Second World War she returned to Kamieniec, and then, after the division of Europe in Yalta, she left for Poland, to the city of Niemodlin, which was a part of former German territories. She lived in a small apartment on Żeromskiego street. Wanting to unite the whole family, she convinced her youngest son Joseph to return to Poland from Belgium. After his return he was immediately arrested by the Secret Political Police (UB) under the suspicion of spying for the Allies. He was detained in a tiny cell, he was beaten and tormented in a sophisticated manner to confess to espionage.
 
One of the forms of torture used was the dripping water, which dripped constantly, never stopping, twenty-four hours a day.
 
Every now and then, Joseph Musialowski was released from the prison and locked in a mental hospital, where various pharmaceuticals had been administered to him.
 
After a few years of such 'therapy', he died.
 

An invitation

To the ridge invites the dawn, so go
- To gather sun in palms
And throw the flame out of your hand,
To give the others the warmth:
 
To light up the pulse of hearts and blood
- Reminding promises old
Covered with oblivion
-In the soulless corners of forts.
 

Russians and Americans

It's an ordinary day, and the same I'm like I'm
walking in my boots on a frosty morning.
The nose becomes blurred, and the wind, the bitch, the cheek prick, The
brown bear stomped on the rope next to it.
From his muzzle sweep a couple of bread crumbs,
I'll remember the Bells and press the matryoshka,
I'll tighten my ear-flap with ear-flaps and the song will be tightened.
When the nightingale answers me from the birch.
The balalaika does not have a string, but it makes so much sense.
As in that woman, that meets the rocker,
Pour fire to me and nuddai park -
In Hollywood, they gave the role to the Russian peasant.
 
The nightingale will tell me the birch.
The nightingale will tell me the birch.
 
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it everything is mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans
 
My mom made porridge, made cabbage soup,
But Anton 1 left Rashi, like fuckin 'shit.
And then the sun somehow became a stove,
Expiring afterwards, I scream: 'Son of a bitch'.
White white just a bit to chew for Adam's apple.
Negro Negro says: 'Get on my dick'
And then every second straight hooligan.
At every corner the cops shout: 'Put your gun down.'
I tell the taxi driver: 'Do not drive, you bastard.'
He to me pokes a gun in a forehead: 'Nigga, nigga'.
I take one ticket 'New-York-Moscow',
So that I will give Oscar for my soup and mush.
 
Even if I fasten my shirt,
Still my soul wide open,
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
Even if I fasten my shirt,
Still my soul open,
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians ...
 
Is it true that banknotes will soon disappear?
Is it true that airplanes will cease to fall?
What did the rovers find there? (ah?)
Where I come from, it's all myths,
Forbidden routers and there is no information.
Where are the artificial organs, what is there with immortality?
Who will become the best rapper of the millennium?
What are you standing there like, where is this information?
Or maybe you have also been kept secret?
Where I come from, people do not really like
Something to invent, except for old guns.
Fine tuning of the machine by hitting the sledgehammer,
Tilting the glass with the impact of the chimes.
A paratrooper, capable of making a somersault from a horizontal bar,
Talents are like weeds on the asphalt.
Itself, I look, you stand slightly guilty,
After all, the facts will come up for sure tomorrow.
 
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it everything is mixed up, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
 
The nightingale
will answer me, The nightingale will tell me the birch.
 

The New Zealand Song

Getfor sorverzym hurra deway
Getfor sorverzym ylla kughay
Ordustur shurshur umma myrdyn
Getfor sorverzym ylla aihym
 
The flowers wither, grasses dry up,
The phthisic boy's chopping wood with an ax.
Sun went down under the rusty green,
With the lost leg [the] childhood was gone.
 
The flowers wither, grasses dry up,
The phthisic boy's chopping wood with an ax.
Yet during the last spring (we wish we're him!)
During the last spring he found a dime!
 
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There're big bosses

[Hotep and Huy:]
In a name of the God Ra...
Mut...Nut...Khnum...Ptah...
Nephthys...Nekhbet...Sobek...Sekhment...
Sokar...Selket...Reshpu...Wadjet...
Anubis...Anukis...
Seshmu...Meshkent...Hemsut...Tefnut...
Heket...Mafdet...
Ra...Mut...Nut...Ptah...
Hemsut...Tefnut...Sokar...Selket...
Seshmu...Reshpu...Sobek...Wadjet...
Heket...Mafdet...Nephthys...Nekhbet...Ra...
 
[You] thought you came with this stick
And the villains would dart away as fast as they can
Forgive us this pathetic laugh
But we're gonna show you who's the [real] God here
Boy 1
 
There're big bosses2, brother
There're big bosses, brother
That's so cute!
The agility of our gestures
Will show you that
There're big bosses, brother
 
There're big bosses, brother
There're big bosses, brother
Poor thing, in front of you
There are two real mages
Stow your childish games3
Your crutch is off the mark
There're big bosses, brother
 
[Priests' Choir:]
Mut, Nut, Khnum, Ptah
Sobek, Sekhmet, Sokar, Selket
Anubis, Anukis
Hemsut, Tefnut, Meshkent, Mafdet...
 
[Hotep and Huy:]
There're big bosses, brother
Local big bosses, brother
The Gods will command
And you'll be buried in the ground
Have you started a fight?
Not the best time.
Our hearts don't hold anger
If you want you'll be our assistant
Stick with us and you'll be happy
[Or else] You'll die for the truth
There're big bosses
There're big bosses
Big bosses, big bosses
Big bosses, big bosses
Big bosses, big bosses
There're big bosses, brother
 

• 1. more literal translation is «son»
• 2. Practically, «Дяди» can be translated both as «Uncles» or «Men» depending on the meaning of the word
• 3. literally «Stow your kindergarten»

The bride's weeping

Maiden, hear me singing,
The takers are already at your door,
The men are at your gate to take you away.
 
Do you think, poor girl,
Do you think they will take you for a month
or for a day?
 
Do you think, poor girl,
that your work is over, that your worries are lessened?
The worries are just beginning,
you will get plenty to think about.
 
The veil will bring you sorrow,
with the wedding clothes you get too many words,
and sadness with the wedding weaves.
 
Weep, maiden, when you are getting married,
cry when they take you.
If you don’t weep when you are getting married,
you will weep all your life.
 
Cry, cry, our girl,
weep with our weeping.
 
When you were at your father’s home,
your father called you his flower,
your mother called you the sunrise,
your sister called you her precious little bird,
your brother called you his little fish from the water.
 
When you will go to another home,
your father-in-law will call you a sledge,
your mother-in-law will call you a swollen log,
your brother-in-law will call you a viper,
you sister-in-law will call you an evil woman.
 
I sing to my sister,
I chirp to my precious dear (“golden-breast”).
Now you will be separated from us,
parted as a cut-off piece of bread,
and they will give you another name